那是清粼粼的小河边,生长勤劳和智慧的土地,洋槐环抱着幼年的儿歌,土碾转动百年的谷香,母亲蹒跚的姿势,总在村头张望。那是绿幽幽的山岭下,播种笑种和农谚的土方,井水洗濯了麦收的汗法,犁耙耧紧四季的芬芳,父亲淳朴的酒歌,只在小院荡漾。叔伯姑婶们劳碌的影子,蹲在树荫里,聊着多年以前的老伤。 That is the sparkling little river, the hard-working and intelligent growth of the land, the acacia around the young children’s songs, soil grind turn centuries Gu Gu, mother staggered posture, always looking around the village. That is the green faint mountain, sowing laughter and farming proverbs earthworks, well washed the wheat harvest Khan law, rake tighten the fragrance of the seasons, his father’s honest song, only in the small courtyard waves. Uncles uncle Aunt labor shadow, squatting in the shade, talked about the old injuries years ago.